Last night, as I paid the price for a late-evening repast of water with a side of ice, I was reminded that I hate the odor of standing urine. Fresh urine doesn't bother me that much as long as it comes from a healthy bladder and is well encircled by porcelain, but pee that has been sitting in a toilet or chamber pot for more than a couple hours creates a kind of stench cloud that I abhor.
And it isn't just disgust. It's less of a Mom -> Messy Room thing than it is a Vampire -> Crucifix thing. I am to aging pee pools as Superman is to Kryptonite. Or Green Lantern's ring is to yellow (Wait. Pee is yellow. Hmm...).
I mean, sure, standing urine is disgusting, but it also repels me, hissing (me, not the pee), from its vicinity.
And now comes the point where the question "Why are there standing pools of urine in his house?" becomes too strong to be ignored.
And, well, I think I'll just let it stand. The question, I mean. The possible answers your fevered brains might come up with are probably more entertaining than the truth.
The terrible, terrible truth.
Okay, off topic, but by chance, I clicked on the "Inverter Test" at bottom page. And of all the things on your site, that freaked me out more than anything...mixing the white aura of heaven with your blog is kind of like putting the soul through a vortex. Now, had it gone to putrid green or maybe some mix of purples and browns or something, that would've been expected.
But then I realized it -- Dean's done it again -- he's put things that should never go together in such a way that it disturbs yet works.
BTW, I'm still laughing while my stomach turns when thinking of the Microstory Monday from a while back titled "Habberdasher".
Posted by: brent | December 21, 2005 at 01:46 PM